Luyện nghe bài hát Egyptian Cowboy

Strange raves on a Detroit
I was for the rhythm but it's out of reach
She was talking to the
She was cutting the tequila bleach
And she to me

There's no such thing as an Egyptian
pretty haircut can't help you now, boy
There's nothing we can do for you unless you're to kill
Hey, on and kill.

I this city could have used a woman's touch
As I'm through the toxic waste and such
Cuz everybody here said I amount to much
Everybody here said I won't amount to
When I go from point A to point B I thrills and
Chills and blood to

But there's never any people on the mover -
Public transit of Herbert Hoover
You're never gonna get anywhere because you're still
still!

These don't write themselves
I've got a music workshop run by
Making dozens of records by the
Stocking our product on shelves

Let me
My of mind, mind, mind
Is fine.

Baby, that's the sound of the years by
You can find me on the same bar stool just to die.
Three to me, here's mud in your eye.
I said, "Cheers to me, mud in your eye"
She came to close out my tab, so I was troubled and she took a
And she to me

There's no thing as an electric tuba
The Detroit not a good place to scuba
The only you're here today is cuz we need you to kill
Yeah, kill!

My songs are pies,
Fresh oven-baked and filled lies
up by the dozen by Neanderthal guys
Inhaling the of Canadian lies
Oh my, why you got quite a lot of problems, don't

that tambourine!
Shake that machine!
it, low.
it, high.
it.
it.